Tagore's prose poems: dusk, you, turn it into dusk!
In the distant western hills, in the golden twilight,
Wait and see, without blinking;
Quiet and charming, melancholy and charming,
Like a thoughtful woman.
Boarded the boat of my life with light steps,
Standing for a while.
Set sail and send yourself to the polar regions day and night.
The other side of the world.
Stop the holiday activities, don't smell the noise,
No sign of anyone.
Come on, take a nap quietly.
Infiltrate my tired eyes.
Come on, with a wry smile, to the end of the sun-baked years,
Like the promise of death.
My eyes were wide open and there were no tears. I stared at them.
Detention on earth
Loose bun, thick darkness
Wrap me in layers.
Think of your soft and cool palm as the sweetness of a deep sleep.
Press it between my eyebrows,
Silently, gently, use your neon clothes.
Covering my numb whole body.
Unconsciously, wet sadness.
Floating on your pupils,
I feel your silent worry with all my heart,
The heaviness of parting.
Tagore's prose poems II: unshakable memory unshakable memory
Like a snowy peak
In my boundless heart
Stand up and shrug your shoulders,
Oh, my God,
My night,
Surrounded by quiet snow peaks
Alternate round trip.
Memory plugged in.
my heart
In my vast heart
Hold your head up.
My fantasy
Like colored clouds
Laughing and crying around it,
Waiting for mercy.
The ivy in my dream is blooming.
Green leaves and flower clusters
Want to stretch out your soft arms?
Catch it.
Snow peaks and skyscrapers,
No one was there,
Lonely birds of hope are waiting there day and night.
The valley circled.
It is surrounded by endless travel bags,
Speech, singing,
Only the center is frozen silence,
It's like concentration.
Even if it's far away,
The peak is still visible,
The heart is deep and deep.
Snow line.
Tagore's prose poetry anthology III: Self-dedication. I will compose a happy love song for you.
Sweetness nourished by my heart
Melody of love; Like you,
My throat was choked with sadness,
Generate crying; I provide sandalwood, bouquets,
Worship you; Put the bright red auspicious nevus
Point to your eyebrows; I'll tie you up.
In a strange way; My new rhythm
The waves that make you happy are rough.
I don't have the spiritual pride of ordinary people,
Look at your mother, your green kindness,
Your dust and dirt also cling to me.
Although it was painful to be born,